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                    THE DANCE PART TWO.


The next morning when I awoke I thought I had experienced a weird dream
but when I looked at my butt in the bathroom mirror just before my shower
I saw some little bruises that had not been there the day before.

I realized my entire social life was in danger if Ron told anyone about
our night together after the dance. I frantically called his home but this
mother said he had already left for school. This was straange because he
always got there barely on time or tardy and it was only eight in the
morning.

I hrriedly pulled on some jeans and a oversize t-shirt not even bothering
with underwear and rather than my long make-up session I just put on
lipstick and tied my long blonde hair into a pony tail so I could catch
him at school before he talked to anyone.

I jumped into my little old car to race to school but his car was not in
the parking lot. I thought maybe his dumb old car may have broken down
again and went into the school to run down the aisles looking into class
rooms startling everyone but he was not there so I ran back out to the
parking lot just as he pulled in with his best friend, Mitch, sitting in
the passenger seat.

I rushed up to them and said, "Mitch, could I see Ron alone please."

He looked at me funny and said, "Sure. I've got to get to class."

As soon as he was out of earshot I said, "Ron, You haven't told anyone
about last night have you? It would ruin me."

"Hell no! I don't kiss and tell. Well, except for Mitch of course. We have
no secrets between us but he won't tell anyone."

How can you be sure you idiot! If he spreads the story I will be the
"Weird slut!" for the rest of the school year."

"Hey don't be calling me an idiot or you will be getting another spanking
only a lot harder!"

"Bullshit! There will be no more spankings! I am never going out with you
again!"

As I walked away in a huff it occurreds to me that I was vulnerable to
blackmail and looked back at him a little relieved he now looked
heartbroken rather than mad.

Mitch was already in class and the bell had rung. So I went to my class to
fidgit in my seat until the bell finally rang. I ran to the door of his
class to take his arm the moment he came to the door to pull him over to a
corner of the hall where we could have some privacy.

I said frantically, "You have to promise you won't tell anyone else about
what happened last night! Promise me!"

He looked amazed and I realized I had made a mistake in panic. He said in
awe, "You mean that story Ron told me was true? I just thought it was
another of his fantasies. He has been telling me lies about girls since we
were kids."

I felt really dumb. I should have known the experience was too wild for
anyone to believe. Even his best friend thought it was a lie."

I began to panic again when he said, "Jesus. This is juicy. Alice would
love to hear about it."

Alice was the school gossip. She seemed to know all the dirt about
everyone. I remembered giggling as she told me how various girls had lost
their virginity. Now I was a source for scandal.

I pleaded, "Please you won't tell her. You might as well put it on the
public address system. Please. Please. I'll give you money.! Anything!"

"I'll have to think about it. I'll meet you at lunch."

I hardly remembered being in the classes before lunch. Whe I went into the
lunch room I found him at a corner table away from everyone talking to
Ron.

I went over to them and they slid apart on the bench to give me a seat
between them.

I sat there a moment sipping the soda I had been sure all my nervous
stomach could keep down as they stared at me then Mitch said,

"You shouldn't feel so bad Allene. I have been reading stories on a
newsgroup on the web called Soc. Sexuality Spanking. There are a lot of
girls like you."

I had never heard of the site. My parents had put parental controls on our
computer to avoid anything sexy. I said doubtfully, "Maybe, but none at
this school. You won't tell anyone. Will you?"

"Well Ron and I have been talking this over.Remember you said you would
give me money or anything to keep me quiet?"

"Yes I have almost fifty dollars saved up. I'll give it to you."

"That isn't what I had in mind. I have been reading about school girl
spankings and the idea excites me and also Ron. If you will satisy our
little fantasy we promise not to tell anyone."

I thought about it. Maybe most of the kids wouldn't believe them but
certainly a few would and others would wonder. I also had to admit the
first spanking had excited me and if I agreed I wouldn't have to feel
guilty since I was being black mailed into it.

I said tremously, "You promise you will never tell anyone?"

"Sure. It will be our little secret."

That reminded me of when my older cousin and I had played "Doctor" but he
had kept the secret.

"O okay. But just this one time and you have to swear on the Bible."

"Sure. No problem. Ron and I are going to cut the afternoon classes to get
this set up. Meet us at my barn after school. My folks won't be home until
six."

You can imagine how the rest of the school day went. I was in a daze and
often was yelled at by teachers to pay attention. The final bell rang and
I called Mom to tell her I would be home late because we were learning new
cheerleader routines. This was easy for her to believe since it actually
happened at least once a week.

I must have stopped to turn around four or five times on the way to
Mitch's place but every time I would decide I had to do it. I pulled into
the driveway to see Ron's Caddy parked next to the barn and parked next to
it. I sat there a few moments gathering my nerve, then went in to the dim
barn.

It was obvious as soon as mye eyes adjusted to the dim light that this was
not going to a simple over the knee spanking.

They had driven two metal fenceposts into the ground and had wired a pipe
to make a crosspiece at waist high. There were two stakes below the cross
piece with horse hobbles wired to them and they were finishing two others
in front of them obviously for my wrists.

When Ron saw me He came over to say, "Mitch printed one of the stories so
you will know what we want."

He handed me a couple of pieces of paper which I read. It was a very short
story wriiten by a barely literate author. Essentially the plot was a girl
was found cheating and the principle and vice principal gave her six
spanks apiece with a cane while she was tied over a bannister. My idea of
a cane was a walking cane which I was sure bruised her terribly. It left
her crying hysterically.

I said, "This is horrible. Don't you feel sorry for the poor girl?

"Oh we won't hit you that hard. We just picked that story for the
bannister idea. Did you notice they took her pants down?"

I cried, "I can't do that! I am not wearing panties."

That isn't our fault is it? We aren't going to wait for you to go home and
get some. We don't have a cane so we deided to give you a break and let
you cut your own switches. Take this machete and cut a couple off the
willow tree outside.

I took the machete and looked over the array of different lengths and
thickness of switches. I thought briefly of cutting big ones in order to
argue that they were too severe to be used on a bare bottom but then the
horrible thought struck me that they may still pull down my pants to use
them so I cut two little switches that were light and only about two feet
long.

I took a deep breath then went back in to see them standing behind a
manger as if it was a court bench. 

I walked over to them realizing they were going to play out the fantasy to
make my ordeal last as long as possible.

Ron said, "Miss Allene Blake you have been caught cheating which is an
offence against your school your classmates and yourself. Have you any
doubts about your guilt."

All of a sudden I did feel guilty not about the fantasy cheating but the
fact I was a crazy slut.

I whimpered. "No. I am guilty."

"Good. Your sentence was to be twelve of the best but since you picked
such wimpy switches it may be more. Now strip off the leaves and branches.
We do not intend spanking you with leaves."

I began strpping off the leaves and little branches. The innocent switches
now looked like whips!

I whimpered, They are ready Sir."

"Good. Now go over to the bannister and buckle the hobbles to your
ankles."

I sobbed as I moved over to them thinking how cruel they were to make me
prepare the switches that would hurt me and now to have to bind myself for
the pain that would follow.

I heard Mitch whisper, "My God! She is going to do it."

When I had them fastened and stood up with tears in my eyes but strangely
excited, Ron said, "We will take care of the wrists."

Mitch pushed me forward at my shoulders and I bent over the pipe. They had
made it a little too high and even on tiptoes it dug into my tummy just
above my pubic bone. When they finished buckling the hobbles I tugged on
them and suddenly realized I was completely at their mercy.

I pleaded, "Please don't hurt me too bad."

"Just bad enough." Ron replied.

Then he dragged my shirt from where it was trapped by the pipe towards my
boobs and unsnapped and unzipped my jeans to pull them down as far my open
legs would allow.

I blushed furiously. Being naked in the dark car seemed nothing compared
to being naked in this relatively bright light. I knew the sparse blonde
hairs would not hide my sex at all.

Mitch said, "We must prepare the area to be spanked."

He began rubbing my butt cheeks then inner thighs oh so close to my vagina
and it felt good. Too good. I felt excitement rising which just brought
guilt with it. 

I moaned. "Please stop. Just spank me and get it over so I can go home."

They stepped back then thre was a "Whish" followed by a sharp sting across
my butt cheeks  Then another just below it and more working down until I
had to squeal at an especially sharp sting right where my butt cheeks
joined my thighs. 

They stopped and Mitch exclaimed, "God You were right Ron. Her slit is
dripping!"

Ron giggled and said, "I told you so"

By then I didn't care what they thought. I cried, "God don't stop now!"

The stings resumed only now they didn't just hit my butt. They began
letting the flexible switches dig into my inner thighs and even jerk at my
labia to throw me into a powerful orgasm.

They stopped and I laid over the pipe weakly panting uncaring that my
t-shirt had slipped over my head to puddle at my wrists leaving me totally
naked.

Ron said, "You want to be fucked now. Don't you?"

I moaned, "Oh yes! Make me forget the pain."

He didn't bother to release me. He just drove his penis into my vagina
from behind while his fingers rubbed my clit until My orgasms were making
me spacey. Mitch pulled up my head by my hair and his dick rubbed on my
cheek. It seemed only natural to open my mouth to let it in where I could
suck on it while massaging it with my tongue.

Ron began thrusting faster as Mitch pulled on my breasts to get his dick
into my throat until they grunted and a flood of Mitch's semen filled my
mouth.

They released me and pulled up my jeans as they said, "Okay Allene. You
honored your agreement and we will honor ours. We won't tell anyone."

I walked unsteadily out to my car and had to sit in it a while before I
calmed enough to drive home feeling the stings on my bottom all the way.

For the next few days at school no-one looked at me strangely so I knew
they had kept their promise. I wonder if I should offer to take another
spanking to show my gratitude.

loveya Allene





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